U2 were trapped in the Godzilla of lemons. Tommy Lee got stuck on his overhead drum roller coaster. Katy Perry came a-cropper trying to descend the slippery icing of a gigantic four-tier cake on top of which she’d foolishly decided to sing ‘I Kissed A Girl’. Once bands start dancing with the devil of oversized arena props – which are generally knocked up out of balsa wood and hairy string by the lowest bidder – they risk having their own Spinal Tap moment.
Muse, of course, have been flirting with the massive production cock-up for years with their flying acrobats, spaceships and rising tower stages, and their latest ground-breaking, eye-poppingly spectacular Drones tour, during which huge floating pods float around the arena in synchronized routines, has been particularly plagued with technical hitches – one of the pods fell out of the sky at a show in Detroit. But last night (April 14) at the O2 saw their worst nightmare become a reality as the realistic reaper drone that flies around the venue during the climactic ‘The Globalist’ – known by fans as the ‘dildrone’ because, to be frank, cocks – came crashing down onto the crowd mid-flight.
As the mighty machine reached the halfway point of its scheduled flight path, tipped up and started to drop onto the heads below like a space rock Hindenburg, hearts were in mouths. Of course the thing wasn’t actually laden down with twenty tons of the US military’s most volatile death missiles, we have every faith on Muse’s army of health and safety jobsworths and as the drone bounced gently off the crowd it quickly became clear that this was an inflatable that could probably land on a malnourished vole without messing up its haircut. But for a few seconds there the ultimate irony of Muse’s big statement against drone warfare actually taking out a fair chunk of their audience loomed large. And surely those rotors could give you a nasty nick, right?